Oh, where do I start? First of all, this is not a “babies” announcement — far from it. Let me tell you a story about a certain creature who came into my life during the pandemic.
This little guy was often my company and a great distraction during a time of isolation (which, by the way, I didn’t mind — I loved staying home). His name was Max. I initially called him Socks because of his markings — he looked like he was wearing little white socks, and it was adorable.
He had a habit of coming over, hanging out with me, having a few treats here and there, and eventually falling asleep in the comfort of our home. I knew he wasn’t a stray — he had a collar. So one night, I attached a note to it, asking if he had an owner and what his name was.
He came back — with my note and a reply. That’s how I learned the little gentleman’s real name.
From 2020 to 2021, Max would visit regularly, and sometimes he’d even sleep over. My darling husband liked him, but not the idea of him being here almost all the time — not because he didn’t like Max, but because Max already had a home and an owner. I wasn’t trying to steal him whatsoever. He was simply my friend.
One day, my husband said, “Let’s get your own.”
Let me tell you — that broke me. Max was my friend, and I wanted to keep being his friend, but I knew I couldn’t keep him.
Before I continue — if you haven’t guessed already — Max is a cat. ☺️
To be continued…….
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